Being Without

I miss you. If I can’t tell you for fear of wearing those words thin, knocking the weight and meaning clean out of them, if I can’t tell you for fear that I’m thinking of you more than you’re thinking of me and my thinking of you is thinking too much, I can at least write them here. Again. And again and again. 

I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you. 

I miss you. 

I miss you and it’s nothing I’ll ever get used to. 

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